Pip's Bucket World Tour

What a lil Pip all the way in Chicago mean to me. Well... first of all... he sent me a song to remind me of him.

Here i was innocently waiting at a cafe for a friend, sipping my drink.. lost in my own thoughts.. and he decides to poke some fun at me and see if i remember.

The cafe was empty except for the barista and the cashier. And there was Pip with his song.

How is this song his song? Kristin made a video of Pip on a couch.. snoooooooooooozing away a long time ago with this song. I remember i watched it a few times way back then. After that this song reminded me of Pip all the time.

Actually i stole a lot of Pip's videos on his blog when Real Player had the Save function (I confess I stole from you Kristin). I went thru my saved videos on Real Player and there is a lot of videos of Pip.

He's tiny but he's big in every other way. His smile is contagious. Most of the time he made me smile when i see his grin in the pictures. The first picture of his on his blog header.. of this Giant Pip in a tiny village of people.. that was when i loved Pip. Who could forget Pip in the lion suit. That was hilarious. The tiny dog with big dreams. And he really got back into the game.

I don't really know the right words to say to people anymore when they lose someone they loved. Time will heal and the memories will somehow get you thru it.

For some of us, when we lose our beloved dogs, we never want to adopt another dog anymore. It just hurts too much. But the empty bed and toys... another dog somewhere out there could use a home and the love that you guys are capable of giving. When the time is right, open your heart again for another dog. Let another furry fella fill that gap. He will want that for you.

How did a lil dog across the big big pond made such a big impact on so many lives. He sure did... he was big.. and he was Pip. I will always remember you my lil buddy.

One of the animals that were picked up recently by our rescue person. This is Twiggy.

This is the first time i saw her at the shelter. A bit afraid.. some soft growls but is quite gentle. The growls were because she was protective of her little ones.

Their eyes were not even open yet.

This is not just any mommy dog and babies. Twiggy is emaciated.

We have given her canned dog food, kibbles, eggs, goats milk, liver, boiled chicken. She doesn't seem to put on any weight. Its been two weeks since she first arrived. Her stools are however better looking last week.

I seek your help. Does anyone have any idea how to help her? Your comments are greatly appreciated.

This is another emaciated young dog that was picked up last week. She however is fostered at one of the volunteers home. She has parvo too.

We see so many homeless dogs and cats around us. The least we could do is offer them some food and water. For a young dog like this to get to this stage of emaciation, she must be hungry for a very long time.

“Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.”

So... did anyone of you went out and bought the book or googled "why you should store your farts in a jar". It is becauseeeeeeeeeeeeeee... people believe that keeping farts in a jar could ward off the black death.

(Excerpt from the book Why You Should Store Your Farts in a Jar by David Haviland)The Black Death was one of the deadliest plagues in human history. Between 1348 and 1350 it killed around 1.5million people in Britain...............................................Since it was believed that the plague was caused by deathly vapors, it therefore made sense that other foul smells might help to ward off the disease. Some doctors therefore recommended keeping dirty goats inside the home, to create a therapeutic stink. Others suggested using another source of foul odors: our own farts. However rather than waste the precious pungencies, people were instead advised to store their farts in jars, which could then be opened and inhaled the next time the deadly pestilence appeared in the neighbourhood.

If anyone can find out how to store farts in jars, do tell me. Eat lotta lotta beans and store them. It could be such a nasty gift to prank someone especially with a label.. "Summer Scents in a Jar".

This is a really interesting funny book to read. Dommy was last seen grinning to himself while reading this book. If you have not read it, go out and get a copy :) And no... i was not paid or given a free copy to review.

Tuesdays are the only days i am up before the sun comes up. Usually i am up before the alarm goes off. Dommy will be fidgetting in his bed with a i need to pee i need to pee look. We out to the porch at 6am and he does his business and sniff some tires to check out who's been in our garden at night.

Then i wait for my helper from the village. She comes to help me clean the house. My hands are not very good around soaps n too much washing. Even though i pay her, i treat her like an aunt. She potters around and we chat and i help her lift some stuffs. She does an honest 2 hours of cleaning. She is a blessing to me.

I am quite the bin when it concerns food. On somedays, when my dad goes out with his friends for lunch or dinner, i'll entertain myself by being da bin. Yesterday i had all the below because my dad went out for lunch and dinner.

coffee

1 hard boiled egg

1 piece of egg toast

coffee

1 piece of leftover chinese peanut pancake

3 slices of bread with sliced ham and jam + cheese

yogurt

milo

ABC soup

a piece very nice fried chicken

2 pieces of orange jaffa cake

1/2 of a tiny mooncake

I am keeping a record of what i ate yesterday because i seemed to eat a LOT thru the day but i was still hungry at 9pm. Strange.

Jaffa cakes reminds me of Wilf. Don't know when this box appeared in our fridge. But these were chocolate coated and really soft and nice. I could eat the whole box but i will feel sick after that. Dommy didn't get to eat any of this and he's not talking to me now.

That's all for today. Back to work. I will remain tranquilo regarding work :) Do not worry Georgia.

Here's our lovers at the shelter. They are always together. Snuggling... and so in love. My two friends Garfield (the boy) and Panther (the girl).